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Chocolate

So my dad and two little sister are camping about an hour away this weekend, so it's just me, my mom, and my older sister here.

Well, me and my mom decided that we should get a bunch if chocolate an the stuff to make tacos. So we got s'mores stuff, Klondike bars, strawberries so my sis could make chocolate covered ones, cookies, and a bunch of other stuff.

So last night I had two tacos, two chocolate covered strawberries, like eight cookies, and two Klondike bars.

I know have a massive stomachache that is killing me. We didn't even touch the s'mores.

I'm eating s'mores and chips with cheese dip later, I don't care about my stomach anymore. This is literally the most I've eaten since I ate almost an entire pound cake at my great gramps' funeral when I was like nine or ten. Or had it been the most since Christmas? I don't know.

I swear I'm not trying to brag. But if rather sound heavy to people on the internet who don't actually know me rather than brag to all of my friends and have them tell me what I ate was a bad idea, because I really don't care.

I have to have a 1 minute and 39 sec. speech and a poster due by tomorrow night. Let me eat something!